Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.